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Nobody/Somebody
05:00
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Morning, wasting hours
Crawling between the sheets
And scrolling thru people’s random thoughts
Life can be so boring
All of us just conforming
Let’s get that coffee going
Before the day comes to naught
It’s hard to stay awake, i just need a break
From all the noise in my head
The things that people did or said
Is anybody sane? Am I alone in feeling pain?
I don't have to tell nobody
I’ve been hurting all my life
I just have to let somebody
Hold my shaking hands sometimes
I don’t have to have nobody
Tell me where I’m wrong or right
I just have to find somebody
That can help me sleep at night
Afternoon brings the ennui
Clouds hide the moon above me, a buoy
I know that the world is trying to fool me
As long as it twirls we don't care, do we?
Say a prayer for the helpless
Pay the fine for your carelessness
We never wanna change our ways, do we?
Sometimes the rage oddly soothes me
Sometimes this cage awfully suits me
I don't have to tell nobody
I’ve been hurting all my life
I just have to let somebody
Hold my shaking hands sometimes
I don’t have to have nobody
Tell me where I’m wrong or right
I just have to find somebody
That can help me sleep at night
I’ve been hurting all my life
Hold my shaking hands sometimes
Who’s to say if I’m wrong or right
I just want to sleep at night
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2. |
What A Shame
03:51
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Can't help but stare at your hand in my hand
We both know it's a risky game
at least one of us will get hurt in the end
Who's to blame, who's to Blame
Can’t keep messing with your head and my head
Neither can I keep quiet instead
Same old story, just not the one I read
What a shame, what a shame
Can't help but dream of your face, your grace
Might as well be a moth to a flame
Better let go or there'll be no hiding place
Can’t be tamed, can’t be tamed
Can’t keep on looking down on your phone all day
shuffling the words you wish you could say
Nothing you’d do would make them all go away
What a shame, what a shame
Can't stand ourselves having to play charades
All the while wanting them to break
One card flips and it shows the ace of spades
I can't fake, I can't fake
Nothing would ease this ever-growing pain
A fruitless yearning remains the same
In another universe, we shall meet again
What a shame
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3. |
Not Gonna
02:58
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I'm not gonna pick up that stupid phone
I’d rather eat alone
I’m making plans of my own
as your status remains unknown
I’m not gonna shuffle my things for you
then have you postpone
I need to be sure that I haven’t been put
Back in that friendzone
I’m not gonna let you say those things
and use that tone
I’m not gonna let you make my blood boil
then tickle my funny bone
I’m not gonna dance around like a clown
while you roll your eyes and groan
I’m not gonna wait around all night
While you take your time and moan
Not gonna bring you anything no more
Not gonna give you anything no more
Throw the food out, flush the wine down
While you roam around downtown
Not gonna, not gonna
I’m not gonna let you test my patience
And have my cover blown
You and I need to be on a basis
That's yet to be known
I'm not gonna say what I wanna say
Cause I could not say it alone
And better be understood once it's said
Then you'd better own
I'm not gonna call ya
I'm not gonna brawl ya
I'm not gonna text ya
Never gonna sext ya
We're never ever ever
Getting back to the same old picture
Well, it's been a hell of a mixture
Drinking booze for sure ain't gonna fix ya
Trips must have done you good
But you gotta go back to the people who miss ya
Not gonna bring you anything no more
Not gonna buy you anything no more
Lying in bed tossing around
Praying this wont be a letdown
Not gonna, not gonna
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4. |
My Hands (Are Tied)
04:41
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Is it in my head that life has left me hollow
Is it in my bread that has crippled me to the core
Why's it always me who gets just so much to swallow
Why’s it always me to lose when I can lose no more
It isn't the sunrise drives me mad every morning
It isn't that dreams keep me up and awake every night
Was is that I’ve seen but missed all the early warnings
Was it that I’ve been so wrong but so sure I was right
Birds will fly where I can’t go
Words won't die at the mouth I foam
Eyes don't cry but my hands may show
Soul is dry but I can't call home
I can hear the heartache yielding to the silence
As it clears the start of the beating of their drums
I wonder how you smile at the scene of a crime in compliance
As we’ve been defiled by the seeds of what’s to come
Birds will fly where I can’t go
Words won't die at the mouth I foam
Eyes don't cry but my hands may show
Soul is dry but I can't call home
Hands are tied they won’t let go
The land of lies where I call home
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5. |
The Band Played On
04:57
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After all, the moment never came
All my best shots sadly miss their aim
What I had to say has been the same
What I had to hear put me to shame
Then noisy chatter came from Greece
Their flirty laughter never ceased
While all the ears tuned into the piece
The band played on
When the door I saw was painted red
It must’ve have had the smell of smoke instead
Every picture on these walls has tales
They carry on in waves that we inhale
The old man never dropped the one
The bravery swirling all around
And what was lost now could be found
The band played on and on
So we wait in line for one last game
Every window welcomes the city’s flame
As he checks his time and forgets names
I can’t help wondering who’s in here to blame
Then one subscriber raises her glass
The tired preacher lowers his brass
As if to bow to those who’ve passed
The band played on and on
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6. |
Hako
02:55
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僕の大事な箱は とてもいい匂いがする
春の日の呼吸を 全部閉じ込めたみたいな
僕の大事な箱は 紫色の包みの中
空を超え飛んできた 甘い優しさを運んで
振り返るのは楽で キレイなことばかりだけど
ここに生きる僕には 胸を締め付けるようで
思い出を解いて 今日が暮れるのを待つのは
もう疲れた
僕の大事な箱は とてもいい匂いがする
幸せな時にだけ そっと開いてみるだけ
同じ時を生きて 違う時計を見つめては
また眠れない
僕の大事な箱は とてもいい匂いがする
泣きそうな時にだけ そっと開いてみるだけ
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shinkawasaki Los Angeles, California
Interpreter of sound, language and culture. Supporting 2024 Northern Japan Earthquake Fund thru proceeds.
音と言語と文化の通翻訳者。Bandcamp上の収益の全てを令和6年能登半島地震緊急支援基金に寄付しています。
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